Eight
“M
om?
Mom?
Are
you
okay?”
Shelly
heard
the
sound
of
AJ’s
voice
as
he
tried
gently
to
shake
her
awake.
“Mom,
wake
up.
Please
say
something.”
She
quickly
opened
her
eyes
when
her
mind
registered
the
panic
in
his
tone.
She
blinked,
feeling
dazed
and
disoriented,
and
tried
to
focus
on
him,
but
at
the
moment
she
felt
completely
wrung
out.
“AJ?
What
are
you
doing
out
of
bed?”
Confusion
appeared
in
his
face.
“Mom,
I’m
supposed
to
be
out
of
bed.
It’s
morning
and
I
have
to
go
to
school
today.
You
forgot
to
wake
me
up.
And
why
did
you
sleep
on
the
sofa
all
night
in
the
same
clothes
you
had
on
yesterday?”
Somehow,
Shelly
found
the
strength
to
sit
up.
She
yawned,
feeling
bone-tired.
“It’s
morning
already?”
The
last
thing
she
remembered
was
having
her
fourth
orgasm
in
Dare’s
arms
and
slumping
against
him
without
any
strength
left
even
to
hold
up
her
head.
He
must
have
brought
her
into
the
house
and
placed
her
on
the
sofa,
thinking
she
would
eventually
come
around
and
go
up
the
stairs.
Instead,
exhausted,
depleted
and
totally
satisfied,
she
had
slept
through
the
night.
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